-Have you ever acted submissive to a person that, in turn, was also submissive to a third person?- Hannah asked to a puzzled Slut, while they were having dinner after Jo had left, at the end of her false prison adventure.
-I have done so and is not rare. As each person has different limits and tastes in regards to their sexuality, and also different moods that change over time.
-See, I also have submissive fantasies myself, but I was worried that acting on them in front on you would damage our relationship.
-In many groups I have seen hierarchic systems. I've also seen two persons alternating between both roles. What you seem to be doing with Joanne. What I've never seen is a person that is submissive on a regular basis, being dominant to the person that is usually her dominant.- Seeing Hannah's puzzled expresions she explained it with an example.- If you wish to be submissive to somebody, you should be so with any person in the world, but me. If you invite me to participate I should be more submissive than you, or just receive a worst treatment. I should not help any person to be dominant to you. I should never be in a position of power above you. Even witnessing it would be a bad idea.
-Ok, I understand. I'll tell Jo that you are not playing.
-Though I...- Hannah indicated her to go on with a gesture of her hand.- Well, there is an exception. How can I say...?- She stopped talking for a moment looking for the words.- You could order me to pretend to be your dominant. We could have a specific script planned. We could have a more general idea, but specify clear limits. We could have an emergency stop, like a password. In those cases I wouldn't have real power, as I would be following your rules.
-Makes sense...
-May I ask which are your fantasies, mistress? I would be able to give you better advice if I now what's happening. And also I'd know when I should cover my eyes.- Hannah told her about the concubine in the comic and her wanting to recreate that.
-Is not that I want to be tortured and raped. I want to recreate the image. I want to look like a slave, not be a slave.
-If Joanne is writing the script, and you don't know it, then you are not in control here. You could order me to help her, and I would obey but...
-But?
-See, there is a problem here. Imagine that Joanne does something wrong and abuses her power and offends you. If I'm helping her, then I'm part of the abuse. But I am part of the abuse because of you, because you ordered me to be there. Then your orders are contradictory, and I don't know if I've done anything wrong.
-Wow, for being a dumb slut you are very smart.- Hannah joked.
-Thanks, mistress. So my advices here, if I may...- Hannah nodded.- Three options. Either you give me a specific script, and so I would be obeying you. Or I take part in the same activities, but being below you in the hierarchy, or receiving a worst treatment. And by worst I mean that I am enjoying it less. Or, third option, I just shouldn't be there and shouldn't see anything.
-Ok, I'll... I'll think about it.- Slut was about to say something but she hesitated and stopped.- What? Say it.- Slut hesitated a bit more.- I don't bite, say it.
-Why do you have a mesh of metal in your pussy?- Hannah was shocked. She had been trying to hide her most embarrasing secret. She tried to guess when would Slut have found out. It was a pointless effort, they lived together, could have been any day.- The other day you fell asleep on the couch, and you opened your legs. You weren't wearing panties under your skirt and I saw it.- Mystery revealed.
-I, eh...- Hannah could talk about the magical idol because she would sound crazy.- I've made a promise. I... Let's talk this some other day, yes?- Slut nodded. They kept eating in silence for a moment. Then Hannah saw that Slut was about to say something.- Say what you are thinking.
-You are my mistress. I should be having sex with you. I want to have sex with you. If being in chains arouses you, then by putting you in chains I would be having sex with you. I'd..., like that.- She said that staring at the table. Then she gathered the strength to look at her mistress, who had stopped eating because of the surprise.
-Listen to me, Slut, because I want to be very clear, so there are not surprises in the future.- Slut was sure that she was going to be punished for her boldness.- You have made me very horny right now.
The plan had its risks, so they went to a place where things should go smoothly. To the south, very far from friends and relatives, where the hotter temperatures would allow more exposure.
Two weeks had passed since Joanne's special day. Hannah and Slut were wearing a classic schoolgirl uniform, except for some changes. The cardigan was wide open. The shirt was unbuttoned and its ends tied together under the breasts, with the white bra on plain sight, and the tie looped around the waist. The flared skirt had been rolled up around the waist until the bottom of their panties was visible. The only difference was that Slut had her hair combed into two ponytails. She was wearing underwear for the first time in years and she wasn't in a good mood.
-Excuse me, sir. My sister thinks that I should eat your cock. May I, please?- Hannah asked with her hands together on the small of her back, therefor thrusting her breats forward, and a foot fidgeting. They had stopped in a small gas station in the middle of nowhere, and they would give the clerk a fun anecdote.
-Eh..., eh...- He managed to say.
-Not like that!- Slut came to the rescue.- Watch me.- She started to moan, knead her breats and lick her lips with her tongue.- I want your cum. Please, feed me your cum.
-What are you doing?- Joanne entered in the scene. She was dressed in a jeans and sweater combination that wouldn't attract attention of any kind. Neither for being too slutty nor too prude. If people knew that she was wearing a chastity belt they would have reacted in a different way.- Again!- She yelled.
-No auntie, please. It was me this time.- Claimed Hannah.
-Shut up!- Replied to Hannah.- You, raise your skirt and bend down!- Ordered to Slut. She had been told that she musted treat Slut a bit more harshly. She didn't understand why, but she did it anyways, guessing that she was into some sort of masochistic thing. Maybe she accepted to be called Slut for the same reason.
-Auntie, please...- Fakely begged Slut. Joanne ignored her and spanked her ass with her open hand with enough strength to be convincing.
-You have embarrased me for the last time!- Joanne followed.- We are going back home, to discuss this with your parents.
-Noooo!- Cleverly replied Slut and Hannah together and followed Joanne back to the car.
-Has it worked?- Joanne asked once in the car. Slut and Hannah were sitting at the back. The idea was to travel along several roads in a rental car, stopping on random places and putting on a little show. As soon as the guys around had got a boner, the aunt would appear, admonish them and take them out. Their first stop had been a failure.
-Nope. It was supposed to arouse him, but he was scared.
Hannah's fantasy was in part about seducing strangers but while she had the body, she didn't have the experience as her helicopter parents had kept her caged all her life. Joanne didn't have the knowledge because she was shy and along her life she had always let the guys take the first step. Slut had a lot of experience seducing men but she was following Joanne's script, and she hadn't been asked.
-I don't understand. If I were a guy I would be hard only watching you.- Joanned awkwardly admitted. At least Hannah found it awkward, Slut didn't care.
-You are the expert, any advice?- Hannah asked Slut. Joanne didn't know why was she the expert but she guessed that it had to do with the nickname.
-Yes, mis...- Hannah had told her not to call her mistress in public for the moment. She coughed.- Yes, missy. It depends actually. Not all men are the same. Some want to feel like hunters, so they try to control the situation. Others are shy and need more time to react. Others are super hot and don't need to do anything and can have the luxury of rejecting proposals, for example if a girl seems desperate. Men are not horny all the time.
-So the advice?- Hannah insisted.
-Yeah, sorry. We can keep doing what we are doing. Sometimes will work and sometimes won't.- She made a short pause.- But there is something that should work...
In the next stop they entered in the shop and went to a shelf pretending to be looking for something. The clothes had been rearranged to cover all the important parts. Because Hannah appeared to be more wild with her haircut and piercings, she was showing cleavage, her sleeves were rolled up and the tie was loose around the neck. Ironically Slut had all the shirt buttoned up, and the tie knotted properly, what was bothering her quite a lot.
They talked about things related to sex and boys but pretending to be prude. They also talked about food pretending that they were worried about the weight, and working out, but not much. Also they talked about school grades and awful teachers. From time to time they walked to another aisle holding hands. In all they just were there, making sure that they were seen and heard, not doing much of anything at all, but remembering to mention that they were single and young.
Then entered their false aunt and hugged the two sisters, one by one, making comments about how nice they were, and showing how much love there was in that family. Then she brought up again the theme of the lack of boyfriends and the theme of not needing weird food and a lot of work out to be slim. Then one of them made a silly joke and all three laughed loudly. With that they could be sure that all the men around had seen them and none of them had a negative opinion. The key moment had arrived.
-Maybe that guy is single.- Said Joanne about the most average man present. Average body, average face, average attitude, average age. So there went both sisters, while Joanne pretended to be distracted with whatever junk food.
-Hi, how are you? I'm Hannah and this is S...- She coughed noticing the issue.- ...tephanie.
-Fine, thank you. How are you? I'm Mike.- Said the man trying to start polite conversation, even knowing that he was too old for two high school girls.
-See, Mike, the thing is that my sister and I have been a bit lonely lately.- Said Hannah in a deeper tone that the one she had been using before. While she said that she put her right hand on Slut's right hip, slided it down a bit and lifted slightly the hem of the skirt. Even before Hannah's hand had touched her, Slut got closer pressing her body to her fake sister's, making sure that their breasts were touching.- We have been practicing a lot of tongue, you know what I mean.- Followed Hannah talking slowly, lifting her sister's skirt a bit more and almost touching her lips with a stroke of her tongue. Meanwhile Slut was open mouthed staring at Hannah's eyes with an erotic passion that she didn't need to fake, and moving her right leg in such a way that her inner thigh rubbed Hannah's, therefor lifting slightly her skirt as well.- And now we want a good cock.- She said emphasizing the last word. Her hand was already up enough to make her thumb protude under the hem of the skirt. Meanwhile Slut's leg was just an inch below Hannah's pussy, as she wasn't allowed to make direct contact with that area. Their cheeks were pressing together and Stephanie's nose was liftling slightly Hannah's septum ring. Both of them gestured a peck as if they were going to kiss and their lips almost touched.
Joanne, that was watching the scene, like two of the customers and the clerk, saw three confirmed erections. Hannah and Slut only could see the one in front of them. There was only another man and he was distracted reading something. Success.
-Time to go, my dear nieces.- Joanne grabbed a random snack and went to the cashier. The sisters obeyed immediately. The clerk was still erect when they got in the car after paying.- Good work, ladies! Three confirmed erections and a maybe.- They high-fived each other.
-The guy in front of us was blushing and open mouthed. He's surely going to masturbate thinking of this!- Hannah added, euphoric for the success.
-Yeah, me too.- Slut murmured very low. Hannah pretended that she hadn't heard it but she had.
They repeated the strategy in more places with similar success. All the time they drove in a big circle along six hours, only to go back to the starting point were a small rental boat was waiting for them. The trip back to the north would last all night long, enough time to play the second part of the game.
The cabin had a double bed, a nightstand and a closet so there wasn't much room for movement, but should work. Above all it had a latch to lock it from the inside and so they were sure that the pilot wouldn't break in. They only had to be quiet. As Joanne had been told that she had to treat Slut worse than Hannah, she told her what was going to happen, warning her that Hannah was about to be treated poorly. She gave her the possibility to stay and be treated poorly as well, or go upstairs to talk with the poor lonely pilot, that was sailing with three beautiful young ladies and wasn't going to touch any. What Joanne considered to be poor treatment, for Slut was very lame, but instead of saying that, she just said that she wanted to stay, so Jo gave her some guidelines to do her part. After all her mistress had ordered her to do as she pleased keeping in mind the conversation they had had about power dynamics. Spending time with her mistress doing erotic activities pleased her a lot.
Joanne didn't know anything about Slut and didn't understand what the hell was going on between her and Hannah. When she asked, Hannah just told her that Slut was a friend with very weird opinions about many things and that she was going to live with her for an undetermined amount of time. Hannah also made clear that they weren't lovers. Joanne was still confused but it was clear that they got along well. And in any case she was the least appropriate person to critisize weird friendships. She didn't like much having Slut there, because her plans were only for Hannah, and she had found herself forced to improvise, but Slut had helped a lot during the fake prison adventure, and she was also helping a lot in that trip, so her intervention was being positive. Besides she had licked her clit and tasted her saliva, so they were already acquainted.
When all was set in the cabin, Jo started the music in her phone. It sounded old and middle eastern. Jo was sitting on a corner of the bed with her back resting against the headboard. She was wearing a loose linen skirt, and had a plastic sword on one hand and a flogger on the other. Nothing more. The same equipment that had the soldiers in Hannah's favourite comic. Hannah was wearing the leather cuffs and collar, reinforced with gilded metallic bands, that she had bought the first time in her live that he had visited an adult shop, right after cashing the lottery money. Slut was next to Jo, kneeling on the carpeted floor, wearing the same as Hannah but with silver, instead of gold, wrists and ankles held together by two padlocks.
On her pussy Hannah was wearing three tiny gilded padlocks. The hasp of each padlock passed through a pair of the rings of her labia. The key for them were at her house. She herself had insisted on wearing that. She told Jo that she liked the look, which was true, but in reality she didn't want her pussy opening and revealing the golden mesh inside. Besides she knew well that she wasn't going to get fucked with or without the padlocks, that night or any other. Joanne didn't agree because it didn't match with the story, if she was supposed to be raped. But accepted because the whole point of the trip was for Hannah to have fun, and she wasn't going to fuck her anyways, so she was allowed to have all the excentricities she wanted.
The idea was that Jo, in the role of palace guard, would force Hannah to dance for her. Along the dance Jo would make demeaning comments, and flog Hannah softly. Slut would act defiant from time to time and insult Jo, and then also be fakely flogged.
The music started and Hannah began the coreography. The one that had been planning in her head for a decade, and practicing at home for the last months. At first she went slow and clumsy, provoking Jo, who got up, flogged her so softly that wouldn't hurt a baby and called her whore. Then she jumped out of the bed and pretended to be trying to escape, forcing Jo to go after her and flog her a couple more times, and making Slut laugh. At last she started the real dance.
Jo was uncomfortable and Slut was mezmerized, but both appreciating the quality of the dance. The sinuous movement of her legs and arms. Her chest always in the opposite direction of her hips. Her thighs always separated and her pussy lewdly exposed, more so the couple of times that her torso was bent backwards, placing her hands on the bed, followed by a somersault. Several times she positioned herself on all fours shaking her hair on the air. A couple of times she slid her hand from ankle to neck, with her legs spread wide and her knees bent, along the way caressing her labia, shaking her rings and also squeezing her breasts.
So good it was that Jo forgot her dialogs and Slut forgot to close her mouth and blink her eyes. Looking down she realized that she was wet and a couple of drops had fallen on the carpet and ribulets ran down her thighs.
-Please, good sir, don't torture me more.- She said in farsi, after kneeling in front of Jo, snapping her out of her reverie, and extending an arm towards Slut, pushing on her chin to help her close her mouth.
-Good, right... I, eh...- Joanne tried to remember her dialogs.- Yeah, since yesterday you wore the guards out with your slutty pussy, today we won't rape you. Let's get you into your cell.
The cell was supposed to be the closet, next to where Slut was kneeling. Jo padlocked a length of chain from Hannah's collar at the back and padlocked the other end to both wrist cuffs. Then she guided Hannah into the closet and linked the two ankle cuffs with another padlock. There she pretended to flog her again and insulted her a couple of times. Then she undid the padlock between Slut's ankles and helped her stand. Right there she pretended to flog her with the same strength but for a longer time, and with more insults and so the punishment could count as worse. Then she guided her into the closet as well and padlocked her ankles together.
-We will never submit to you!- Ironically claimed Slut.
-Yeah, yeah... Sadly the cell is not big enough for two harlots, so you have to stand.
She put the timer of her phone for one hour, instead of two as was her plan, because she intended to have Hannah on her knees, not standing. Then she closed the door and put a blanket over it, so it were in complete darkness, and laid on the bed to watch some videos on the phone.
-Did you like the dance?- Hannah broke the awkward silence. Her breasts were pressing together and they were breathing on each other's face, so close they were.
-Yes, mis...- Slut coughed.- Yes. It was... It...
-This smell of pussy is yours or mine?- Instead of answering Slut got closer and squezzed Hannah's thigh between hers.- That sticky fluid is human made?
-It's all mine, yes.- She had never been ashamed of her fluidity and had no problem talking about it. Even less if it helped her show appreciation of her beloved mistress.
-And all of it just for me? Does it taste as good as it smells? Mmmm, yummy... I wish I could eat that.- Joanne was amazed listening to the conversation.
-Are you mocking me, or do you truly like my smell?
-I truly like your smell but not so much. I'm exagerating jokingly but not to mock you, but because this situation is awkward.- She got closer to Slut's ear to whisper.- And I truly, really, desperately want to taste you and will do so as soon as I'm given permission.- Slut leaned on her mistress feeling terribly sorry for not being allowed to do more.
-Will you give me permission to shave you down here, my love?- Slut's thigh was pressing against Hannah's crotch.
-How can I say no if you ask me like that?
-Ok, what's going on here?- Joanne opened the door of the closet suddenly.- I'm trying to watch a movie, and you are supposed to be sad, defeated slaves.
-I'm sorry, you are right, we broke character.- Apologized Hannah.
-You are lovers or what? Because I'm not understanding the situation.
-Neither am I.- Intervened Slut.- I was working in the store like any other day, and suddenly a nice and pretty lady starts to ask me questions. I try to be as blunt as possible to end the conversation but instead she invites me to live with her. Then she buys me a lot of stuff. In exchange she asks me to help her making her friends happy and to do some of the house chores. Not all, some. And she doesn't even want to fuck me! So I'm not understanding the situation either.- Joanne and Hannah were so surprised with the outburst that let her go on.- Maybe I'm dead. Maybe I touched an electric wire and I'm on the floor of the store, and my corpse is being raped by a weirdo. Yeah, I think I'm dead. And I'm in heaven. Must be that, because a goddess of beauty is dancing for me.- The answer had left both Joanne and Hannah startled.- But to answer you question, no, we are not lovers. As much as it pains me.
A thick dense silence filled the air. Feeling that the roleplay was already pointless Joanne unlocked the wrist cuffs of both slaves, and relocked them on the front. Then helped them lay on the bed, putting Hannah on the middle, and joining them, covered all three with the sheets.
-The third part of the game will be tomorrow at Hannah's, if you still want to do it.- Said Joanne plainly.
-Yes, of course.- Replied Hannah.- Not that I'm complaining, but why are we still cuffed?
-Because you haven't complained.
-Right...- Hannah pondered for a moment.- See? Some thinks are simple. They are just what they appear to be.- She shrugged her shoulders.
-Why the tattoo, by they way?- Asked Joanne.
-It helps me size people up. Many people believe that I'm dumb and worthless, and I love when they underestimate me.- Was Slut's surprising answer.
They arrived home around midday. Supposedly they would follow the script after the last plot point, and so they should be dressed in the same manner, but the autumn weather didn't allow it. Instead the two slaves put on the two rubber catsuits, placing the cuffs above them. Locking the collars, the zipper that went up along their backs and ended just below the nape was left trapped. Joanne just dressed in normal clothes, plus the sword and the flogger, because it was the performance and the dialogs what mattered anyways. Clasping two chain dog leashes to the collars, Jo led the slaves on all fours all they way from the foyer, through the house, then across the backyard and into the shed.
-Listen up, slaves.- Jo started.- Yesterday you weren't raped, which means that you weren't made women, because a woman is only so if she is serving a cock. That's why you slept in a box. Today you are not women, and therefor not worthy of being slaves. Today you are two useless good looking animals. Today you are pets. And pets don't talk. Understood?
-Yes, sir.- Hannah replied. Slut didn't because she had heard similar speeches before and was aware of the trap.
-What did I say?- Jo flogged Hannah softly a couple of times and then she also flogged Slut because she was supposed to be treated worse.- This is a warning. One speaks and both get a corrective!
Jo's original intention was to put each of them in a stall but after last night events she thought of something else. As Slut was supposed to be treated worse, she made her lay in the same cage where she had been. Then made Hannah enter and lay on top of Slut but facing on the opposite direction and face down, meaning that they both were looking straight at each other's rubber covered pussy. To be able to fit in they had to be crouched dawn doing a frog pose. Hannah's calves had to be under Slut's armpits and feet next to head, while her knees were next to Slut's hips and pointing in the same direction of her head. Also Hannah had to grab Slut's ankles and keep them next to her head. Three chains were padlocked to the D ring of each collar, while the other end met a bar of the cage, one on each wall, so they couldn't move from where they were. Then each wrist cuff was padlocked to the closest ankle cuff of the other slave, right wrist to right ankle and left to left. Each pair of limbs were joined through a chain to the closest corner of the cage. As in the frog pose each slave's elbows were very close to her knees, Jo made a loop with a chain around each pair of elbow-knee combination and padlocked them all leaving a reasonable slack. With that she hoped that the slaves would be pinned together and nearly immobile, but in a comfortable position. She also opened the zipper on the front of each crotch to make things a bit more fun, as the labia were popping out through the slit. At last she threatened them again with terrible punishments if they talked, and then left to go to the kitchen to make lunch, and also let them talk.
-Are you ok? Am I heavy?
-Yes and no, mistress. But what should worry you is that your clit ring is rubbing the bridge of my nose, and if you do any movement, or even talk, I might masturbate you by accident.
-Right...- Hannah would forever remember that as one of the most embarrasing moments of her life. She raised her ass but couldn't keep it there for long and so it fell down again after a while.- You are aroused, I can see it and smell it. You lips are glistening and a bit puffy.- She broke the silence again.
-I noticed, mistress. And I also noticed your arousal dripping on my face.- That went straight to the top five of most embarrasing moments of Hannah's life.
-I'm sorry, Slut. I cannot help it, this situation is very arousing.
-Yes, mistress.- Slut extended her tongue to catch another drop. She was happy for being able to taste her mistress at last.- Thank you for this and for letting me enjoy your intimacy.
After a while Joanne came back making noise to make clear that the pets should stop their conversation. She freed them from the cage and the chains put them again on all fours. Then explained that even pets were able to do things, as to not be completely useless, and that it was a good moment to teach them a few commands.
-The first command is called “follow”. I will say that word accompanied by a finger snap. As I walk you will folow behind me just as you are, doing a row. Hannah first.- Jo explained.- All commands will have a snap, of course. All the time that you are walking on all fours, look in any direction you need to avoid obstacles, but try to keep your eyes down.
Like that she guided them back to the house, across the backyard. Again inside the house, she explained the second, and yet, most important, command. “Sit”, plus snap, meant that they had to kneel on the floor, resting their ass on the soles of their feet, placing their hands palm down on their thighs, and keeping the back and the neck straight, but their eyes looking down. The next command, “Heel”, meant that they had to follow her, also on all fours, but at her sides. If she wasn't there then they had to go meet her, and do the “sit” position. If Jo walked again, they would follow, and “sit” again when she stopped. With that explained she went to the kitchen and yelled “heel!”. She slaves dutifully obeyed.
In the kitchen floor there were two bowls with cereals, with Jo between them, and a bottle of milk between her legs. There she explained the next trick. “Rest” meant that staring from “sit”, they had to bend down until their forehead touched the floor. Then place their hands at both sides of the head, with forearms and elbows touching the floor. The slaves obeyed of course. After pouring milk on the cereals she explained the “eat” command. They had to go on all fours to were the food was, do “rest” and then just raise their faces and eat from the bowls.
Joanne waited patiently until the slaves were done. Then grabbing a cookie with each hand, she explained the “treat” command. She walked away a couple of meters. Then explained that the slaves had to go meet her and eat wathever she had on her hand if it was on reach. If the hand were empty, or two high to reach it, then go there, do the “sit” position, open their mouths and wait until the food got closer. The slaves of course obeyed. After giving them the cookies, Jo explained the “clean” command. The slaves would have to go meet each other, as always on all fours, and clean each other's face with their tongues. Hannah and Slut enjoyed that last command quite a lot.
Then Joanne explained “go”. They simply had to go to where Jo's finger was pointing and do “sit”. Then she put one cookie on each bowl and went to the other side of the kitchen to explain “fetch”. The slaves had to catch with their mouths, lips only if possible, whatever Jo's finger was pointing at, the cookies in this case, and bring it to her, to her hand. When the slaves did that she ordered “treat”. The last command in the kitchen was “lick”. The slaves had to use their tongues to clean whatever object Joanne's hand was holding. It there was nothing then lick the fingers. A variation of “lick” was “lick down”, and the slaves had to do the same but with Jo's shoes or toes.
Then Joanne commanded “follow” and them three went back to the backyard. There she explained the “pee” and “shit” commands. From “sit” they had to move their hands to the small of their back, place them on the floor and use them to push up and squat, opening their legs as far as possible and resting their weight on the forefoots. Then release the front or back substances respectively. If their crotch was covered, obviously they wouldn't do that, and just “sit” and wait instead. If there was need to pee or shit, then they had to assume the squatting position anyways, along thirty seconds minimum, and then go back to “sit”.
After the slaves had relieved themselves, Joanne commanded “follow” and them three went back to the shed. Then the fun part could begin. “Horny” meant that, from “sit”, they had to open wide their kness, without moving their feet, reach down between her legs, grab their lower labia with both hands and spread them well, while also looking at the crotch of the person issuing the order, with their mouths half open. Hannah couldn't spread much with the padlocks still locking her pussy shut, but she tried her best.
The command “show” meant that from “sit” they had to spread their knees, rest their buttocks on their heels, cross their wrists on the small of the back, and arch their back forward to expose their breats, eyes closed, wide smile. “Flaunt” meant that from “show”, put hands on the floor, arms straight, and raise crotch and hips, trying to do a triangle with arms, shins and rest of the body. Again eyes closed, wide smiles. “Service” meant that from “flaunt” they had to lower elbows until they touched the floor, thus bending themselves backwards, and open their mouth wide, showing tongue, ready to provide oral pleasures. As this posture was uncomfortable, mistakes would likely be forbidden.
Then came the most fun parts. “Wanton” meant that from “rest”, they had to raise their butt as high as possible and use their hands to spread their cunt lips. “Wanton ass” the same but spreading ass cheeks. “Cuddle” meant that they had to arrange themselves in the same manner as when they were together in the cage, about and hour ago. Hannah would have to grab Slut's ankles. “Side cuddle” was the the same but on their sides. Then “cage” meant get in the cage and do “rest”. If the cage was not big enough for both of them, then do “cuddle” again. “Stall” meant to get in their stall, that in the fantasy they were doing counted as cell, if they had one assigned, and lay on the floor face up spread eagled. At last “free stall” meant to get in their stall and use whatever posture they desired, because it was time to lock the door and rest.
-There we go.- Said Joanne as soon as each slave was in a stall.- In Hannah's fantasy now is when the slave is alone and masturbates thinking of her lost lover. I think is best if we end the game here, I go home now, you get a shower, and then masturbate as you please. Yes?- Hannah agreed. Slut waited for her mistress' answer to say the same.- So did you like it?- Hannah's response was to run towards Joanne and give her a good hug.
-Thank you very much. I'm sorry that I broke character yesterday.
-No problem, is your fantasy.
-I was wary about being on the backyard.
-The neighbours are not at home. I've checked, knocking on the door and all. If they have recorded something it's illegal and we can ruin them.
-Why the pet play? That wasn't in the comic.
-Yeah... Well, you said that after being raped, the slave is taken to the cell, where the guards torture and humilliate her. I didn't want to hurt you, and a fake flogging would be pointless and boring.
-I don't want to be flogged either.
-Exactly, so I went for humilliation.- Accepting the explanation Hannah hugged Joanne again. With her hand she indicated Slut to join in the hug.